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live life like it’s a lynch film
today is a good day to have a good day
keep your eye on the donut, not the hole
learning to love the dynamic range of w
crying on the subway platform for all the reasons
729 is both a perfect cube and a perfect square
beautiful blue skies and golden sunshine all along the way
the world is a strange and beautiful place
outlandish non sequiturs and eroticized derangement of the commonplace
we are the universe
forever falls apart sometimes
felt the lightning, yeah, and we waited on the thunder. waited on the thunder
embrace the train wrecks in life
time and money are not real
remember, remember, all we fight for
when all the poems do what they do
crying in the whole foods on a tuesday
the cure for the pain is in the pain
invoking gods and monsters from the cracks in the wall
the fear of suffering is far worse than the suffering itself
there is magic in everyone- give it spacetime
i’ll keep all my secrets in my soul, all the ones that only god can know
we’re half awake in a fake empire
new testament in the streets, old testament in the sheets
it’ll be better, it’ll be great
fire doesn’t discriminate, but recovery does
haves become the havenots
like a phoenix
shapeshifting to fulfill the imagined desires of other people will destroy you
plant seeds in the dark and water them with hope
i’m a single cell on a serpent’s tongue
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if the path before you is clear, you’re probably on someone else’s
it’ll be a funnier story when i tell it in a few years at a dinner party
let go of the fear that questioning destabilizes identity
it’s good to have options, but for now, i need you
stop what you are doing
storm the capitalism
i shall have temples, and zeus shall see, that i am a god, as good as he
fragments of olympian gossip
winter slumber before spring bloom- my life requires seasons
i would believe only in a god that knows how to dance
you are the constant in the kaleidoscope of perspectives around you
how much of the spectrum do we dare embrace
no rules, floral prints, sun soak
entering my magic era
no, you turn it down
we’ve forgotten that we can do ANYTHING
remember, find it
i’m alive and i can feel it
it’s about the amplitude of the human experience- the maximum displacement from equilibrium
if life’s hassles disappeared, you’d want them back
what you sow is what you grow. peace, love, and equations
function follows form
the particle has a nonzero probability of being found on the other side of the barrier
how old do you have to be before you know what’s going on
the rain symbolizes rebirth
vallen 8.0
existential happiness connection established.
…loading kindness base factor love
…loading empathy
…finding sense of direction
…establishing quantum tunnel connections through space-time
…initializing starseed vibrations
rebooting…
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it was the best of times, it was the worst of times
get to know the nature of fear. sit with it, laugh with it, fuck it, then have some tea
the event horizon is not a boundary- it’s a promise of transformation, where even light surrenders to the infinite
the ego decays, and from its ruin, the self blooms
lapping lakes like leery loons
i am my mother’s only one- it’s enough
everyone here gets caught up in the pleasure of the pain
this ain’t no good, in fact, it’s phony as hell
maybe we could leave here and no one would know- at least not to the point we would think so
you’re repeating yourself- it keeps breaking in the same place
what can one individual do to improve the lives of humanity
it refines future interactions and underscores the need for meticulousness
to capture time is to become, the infinite seeker, the restless one
why are you different, why are you that way
nebulae are the galaxial cannibals that remind me of the insignificance of my perceived problems
syn tro py sy nt ro py s y n t r opy synt rop y syntr opy syntropy
time is an act of prioritization- reflecting our values, aspirations, and sense of purpose. a fleeting currency spent whether we are conscious of it or not
time is an inescapable medium, one that cannot be saved in a bank or stretched beyond its intrinsic flow
find yourself, know yourself, be yourself
like quantum waves collapsing into form, your attention weaves the threads of existence into meaning
there is no place to stand
i spilled some heart on my sleeve
we will try to find the way out
we become what we surround ourselves with
existential happiness is my hjortronsylt
falling, twisting, dancing – a moment of exultation, suspended in the quiet grace of transition
winter’s falling leaves, carried by the cold air, whisper their quiet gift to me
consider the people you text on christmas day and the people you see, and wonder why
how much whelm is correct
it’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people
feel deeply without clinging
with my lightning bolts a glowin i can see where i am goin
take the weakest thing in you and then beat the bastards with it
realizations about reality
vacua arise from different ways to compactify extra dimensions and stabilize the associated moduli fields
every path is the right path
longest night unfolds, shadows weave the earth in still, light begins its climb
peer into the kaleidoscope and see yourself refracted
be so enigmatic it hurts
the heaviest burden is carrying your own thoughts
omnis cellula e cellula
the truth will set you free
i’m not forgotten yet
and now i know all the wrong turns, stumbles, and falls
‘cause i threw you the obvious to see what occurs behind the eyes
give presence to the situation
it’s only groundhog day if you keep doing the same thing
questioning is a shield against arrogance
the key is: experiences create opportunities. pentecost
i’m throwing caution
let’s fuck it up boys, make some noise
i read the body count out of the paper, now it’s written all over my face
i am who i am, oh, who i am, well, who am i
sometimes i wonder if i could have been somebody other than myself
chasing the sun to reverse time
disconnect from the known to explore the unknown
this is the pentecost, this is the rain
the postman waves, the cashier smiles
maybe lost, maybe searching, maybe found
my hands are growing calluses
i’m talking but you’re not listening
and i know, that i am, i am, i am, the luckiest
feel i’m on the verge of some great truth, so i’ll sit here perfectly still, while my mind is on the moon
every untaken photograph is both lost and eternal, a Schrödinger’s moment suspended in possibility
feel more, care less
consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
everyone i come across in cages they bought, they think of me and my wandering, but i’m never what they thought
not getting used to this level of newly found magic. and you can’t make me
cut out all the ropes and let me fall
a map of voids, a constellation of gaps
she preferred the wide-open expanse- the largesse of not-knowing, where stars danced without form, wild and without regret
clouds are not the entire sky
this stuff, this life stuff- it’s water. learn to swim
keep writing, but for god’s sake, make it interesting
until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life, and you will call it fate
embrace the duality of light and dark
look at yourself as if you’re a sunset. do you ask it to be brighter or more colorful? no, you just watch it and see its beauty. breathe and be curious
the only way through is through
i always will make you feel like you were the last one
clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose
falling down isn’t a failure, staying down is
i am the singularity. i am gravity. i am enough
say my name, say my name
we are waves in an ocean, appearing and disappearing, thinking we are separate, but we’re not
life is not a dress rehearsal – we are already in the thick of it. now is all we will ever have and it is more than enough
tomorrow never comes
the pixies in tight green little skirts say, ‘it’s so much better now that it hurts’
hooplas involving circus tricks, at addresses way out in the sticks
pizza makes me think anything is possible
in order to use your head, you have to go out of your mind
i hope i die warmed by the life i tried to live
i can’t wait for the virtuous patience quality anymore
starting my day with a lie- ‘i slept well’
a nation of sheep will beget a government of wolves
storms change directions
teaching my dreams to look me in the eye
rahamg
strive to be unique
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and watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need
tailspin into tailwind
wwwwwww
send your dreams where nobody hides
control yourself. take only what you need from it
decision to decisions are made and not bought
darlin’, little conflict diamond, confident and cold
vallen 7.0
but each day, when she walks to the sea, she looks straight ahead, not at me
alles komt goed
FUBAR
yikes^3
i can take my self dancing. i can hold my own hand
unapologetically unavailable. married to myself
you’ve underestimated
get in and help me paddle for calmer waters before we sink
i tested my canoe in the sea but quickly realized that i need a better boat. back to shore for a while to build it
when life gives you lemons, make lemonade
those gears haven’t moved in years
and forget happiness, i’m fine. i’ll forget everything in time
looking upwards, i strain my eyes and try to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
whispers in the grass under slow dancin’ trees, birds are tellin’ me stories
silence aids hearing
max grats
i’m thankful for the education of women
someone told me you had a boyfriend who looked like a girlfriend
i’m breaking my back just to know your name
keep the facts straight
as good or better
small circle, private life, clear mind: happy heart
dancing alone in my window for the world to see
i’m on my way, driving at 90 down those country lanes
seek and find internal happiness. seek and find and dance and trip and laugh and cry
i like this version of me: fucking finally getting to the good stuff
let’s not praise the day before the evening
it doesn’t have to be some fucked up tragedy
i was just guessing at numbers and figures, pulling the puzzle apart
you were restless, i was somewhere less secure. so i went running to the road
in a mad world, only the mad are sane
there is more than death and taxes- there is certainty in uncertainty
a tiny insignificant detail
what gives you a sense of awe
use your words in real time
you’re in Milwaukee, off your feet. and at once, i knew i was not magnificent
speaking of Tolstoy, it’s bread week
the dance is the universe unfolding
patience teaches restraint. dreams thrive on abandon. together, they create the necessary tension for growth
get lost, find yourself
phases blur and f ade a nd mu mo t rph a te an d is so a lve n d em er ge t ri o se aga in to a not her blurry phase
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leave shadows. find edges. blur them
suppression of uncomfortable ideas may be common in religion and politics, but it is not the path to knowledge
maybe i. lost my mind. no one noticed. no one no tice d
on the hook kind of dynamics
i’m a terrible roommate. let’s make brunch- i’ll be dj and chef
made all my moments your own
you made me hate that city
= > ÷
grey light, new day leaks through the window. and some old soul song comes on the alarm clock radio
situational friends anchor the story, serendipitous friends initiate new chapters
room for error
what is that dream that is Rome
are you not entertained
why isn’t everyone jealous
wicked, wily, wretched, weird. warlike, wasteful, wayward: unstoppable
i set fire to the rain. and i threw us into the flames
claims are limited to methods for reconstitution
low key time – ws ebb
apparently, i ‘learn lessons the hard way’
clear head, clear tasks, cozy sweater, classical string trio, hot tea, and it’s pouring rain in SF
there are no square circles
there is probability that zero-probability events exist
the music dance experience is officially canceled
rock bottom is the solid foundation for rebuilding
not simply three rejections, but recalibration of direction. every refusal sharpens the resolve
be a lamp. be a lifeboat. be a ladder.
there’s something ineffable waiting out there
grimacing
let go of storylines to experience freedom of thought
the art of storytelling
chill out- whatcha yellin for
it’s like a shirt- that seems like a decent analogy
needs more time alone for developing and initializing advanced control programs
w encompasses high highs and low lows – it’s in the character
protect sanity – float above it all
feeling for the lock- feeling for keys
here comes the rain
y = -|x+1| + |x| – |x-1| + 2, -2 <= x <= 2
whoa- wait. um
you got me feeling diamond rich, nothing on this planet compares to it
slipping away, like the sand to the tide
season 2, episode 1
if i give my all and fail, am i weak
people have gravity that can change orbits- like planet 9
i remember runnin through the wet grass, fallin a step behind
dismantle crumbling foundations
a phoenix doesn’t rise by staying in the ashes
current flow rate equation involves a mathematical variable that weighs a ratio of weekday flow state work with weekend dance maneuvers
i know you got the remedy, hey dj, play me something to lift me up and save me, save me
fan of space: outer and personal
shut up, make art
fumbling in the darkness of a unique unknown beauty
actor. shapeshifter. dancer. forgetting to dance like no one’s watching, caught in the complicated steps of wondering if you notice me tripping
to be normal is the ultimate aim of the unsuccessful
heard, chef
awareness without becoming. from calm, clarity grows
spend the days crafting messages in bottles, tossed into the turbulent sea of possibilities
i think i might love overthinking
be very private. let them assume
the right side of my neck still smells like you
time folds in on itself: the day before yesterday and yesterday, now today, slipping through fingers, leaving only faint echoes
choose syntropy
becoming someone who has about 333 reasons for even the tiniest decision. time slows and moments are dreams
innovators gonna innovate ~ scientisters gonna scientist
to really live, you must nearly die
the gravity of silence after three simple words
that went well…
lifestyle is medicine
love yourself first before you love me
there is even yin yang in the apophatic concept
i don’t know where i’m going but i’m on my way
there is no return to normal, now. event horizon hidden in the probability
don’t you dare get used to this
slow down
thoughts do not become a problem until we think about them
how lucky am i to: carry the weight of what i can’t control, to ache with memories i can’t rewrite, to know love sharp enough to leave scars, to feel the silence that follows goodbye
if you don’t like it, don’t look
make your words land like lightning
getting to know your infinite self- 8/10, would recommend
my probability spills over the newtonian breakers and erodes conventional reality
victory and defeat are threads of the same tapestry; both are essential in weaving the story of who you become
patterns of recursion- unfolding not just chronologically, but dimensionally
love is more thicker than forget, more thinner than recall, more seldom than a wave is wet, more frequent than to fail
wild ideas dance like flames in a forest igniting worlds that will never be yet somehow always are
everything i need that i never knew i wanted, everything i wanted that i never knew i needed
consumed, with what’s to transpire- hot as a fever – rattlin bones- i could just taste it. taste it
feels like, feels like it’s coming. feels like a coming of age
solo dancing down a sidewalk in SF is not loneliness. no- it’s truth
i’m on my knees looking for the answers
close your eyes, clear your heart, cut the cord- are we human or are we dancer
shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn’t believe what i’d become
a self divided is not an individual
it wasn’t because i didn’t know enough- i just knew too much
i remember when, i remember, i remember when i lost my mind. there was something so pleasant about that place
even your emotions have an echo in so much space
when in doubt, double down
the numbers are everywhere, synchronous as a mirror
enjoy in the moment to savor my creation
i drew a line, i drew a line for you. oh what a thing to do
climb into the back seat and close your eyes, i’ve got the wheel
the trail from shooting stars
still, your face is young as we feel our weight return- can you feel it
when i’m around slow dancing in the dark, don’t follow me. you’ll end up in my arms
our concept of time is absurdly local
very stable genius
novocaine
with sunlight on your face in my rear view
what are we doing today
art = a mirror reflecting you ≠ the artist
if you’re still free, start running away
we made love on the living room floor, with the noise in the background of a televised war
rise eternal ~ drift quantum
every step shifts the path for others, so walk forward with purpose and unfiltered authenticity
life’s richness is in the details- the small, absurd, perfect little moments most people ignore
persistence is the hidden metric of success